Start your review of Independent Study The Testing, 2 Write a review Shelves: ya , dystopian , high-school , sci-fi , boring-main-character , mary-sue In the context of bad sequels, this is Batman and Robin kind of terrible. How on earth did a series go so wrong from one book to the next? My opinion of this series has changed so much in this book that I feel like I should go back to the first book to see if I had made a monumental error in rating it so highly. Did I miss something outrageously bad in the first book?
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Start your review of Independent Study The Testing, 2 Write a review Shelves: ya , dystopian , high-school , sci-fi , boring-main-character , mary-sue In the context of bad sequels, this is Batman and Robin kind of terrible.
How on earth did a series go so wrong from one book to the next? My opinion of this series has changed so much in this book that I feel like I should go back to the first book to see if I had made a monumental error in rating it so highly. Did I miss something outrageously bad in the first book? Was I so blinded? How does a series go from a 5 in one book to a 2 in the sequel? The Summary: This is the sequel to The Testing, in which a group of carefully selected students compete in a Hunger Games type of survival competition to determine who will win entrance to the prestigious University in Tosu City.
Cia is our main character, she is a winner, one of a handful who survived the rigorous, dangerous Testing. Her memories of The Testing has been erased, the process of the Testing is so secretive that nobody is allowed to remember what has happened. Only Cia does. Through a concealed device, Cia has recorded what happened during the Testing, she remembers the betrayals, the murders, the competition.
She knows that her friends, smiling at her in the hallways of the University are willing to be as cutthroat as possible to win placement to the University. One of them is her current boyfriend, Tomas. A year has passed, and Cia is now in the University, she has been selected to enter a highly prestigious leadership program. As is the case with any competitive educational programs, the competition is brutal.
To top it off, Cia is now aware of an underground rebellion taking place against the Testing program. She is unwittingly dragged into the rebellion. The Plot: What plot? The book serves one purpose, and one purpose only: to show how completely fucking brilliant and perfect and amazing Cia is in every conceivable way.
The United States is gone. There have been stages of war. Nuclear war, devastation of natural resources, collapse of the government. This has resulted in mutants, a general lack of resources and agriculture. The Testing procedure, I understand. Ok, survival of the best and the brightest. After the Testing His head lolls back. His braids drag on the ground. I wait for Obidiah to sit up.
I look for the rise and fall of his chest, but there is nothing. He is gone. If I am not careful, I will be too. It makes NO fucking sense to kill off the youngest, the most intelligent, the ones with the most to contribute to society. Look at fucking China, India, the current United States. Granted, not the best of governments, but people still live, people still manage to survive, most can still make a living.
No goverment is perfect, no nation is perfect, no matter how large, how small. Especially when you can just erase their memory? Fuck no. Shit would turn into flowers if you flung it at her head. Professor Holt and Dr. Barnes were disturbed by how quickly you recognized the insolvability of the task. Barnes said The Testing demonstrated that one of your greatest strengths is your willingness to trust your intuition.
Her intelligence is legendary. The students at the University take pre-emptive tests to see how many classes they can handle. The more classes, the better, the more intelligent the student. Everyone has but a few classes. Cia has nine. This schedule has me attending nine.
She not only has nine classes, she excels at every single one. Cia passes every single challenge. She remembers ancient governing procedures whose incredibly obscure rules allow her to pass a test that nobody else can. At the end of that lesson, my teacher mentioned an antiquated law that said any citizen may request a hearing on the Debate Chamber floor.
Fails at Failing: Even her failures are spectacular Cia is so good at everything, she knows when failure will equate winning. Failing is the right way to do things because Cia just so fucking magical and perfect.
She is praised for knowing when to fail. Like what the actual FUCK? And I understand. Just like the final task during the Induction, this was an assignment designed for failure. Spare me. Magical Leadership! Let me explain the University. It is like the fucking Harvard of the future, if Harvard requires both intelligence, physical ability, and skills, and its students are willing to literally murder one another for better grades, you get the drift. Ok, maybe not. My point is that all the students at the University are tremendously capable, are intellectually brilliant, are completely amazing learners, leader in every way.
How else could they have passed the Testing? But out of all of these awe-inspiring, brilliant students, Cia is single-handedly selected to be the best, the brightest. She is hand-selected by the President of the United Commonwealth to be her intern.
Barnes and Professor Holt, I asked that you be assigned to intern in my office. The President has never had an intern before, and has never had interest in an intern before Insidious Girl Hate: There is no slut shaming, but there is a very strong current of distrust and sly undertones of hate towards the other women in this book.
The females in this book, the very brilliant, very capable females, I must mention, are all portrayed as stone-cold, emotionless bitches. Her close friend, Stacia, is cold.
Her laugh makes me flinch. She sees competition in other girls, Cia always see something underlying in a common gesture of courtesy. A girl is "sharp," even when compared to a friendly, smiling boy. Cia seems to think so much better of the guys than she does her fellow female students. Boys are always described with so much more kindness than other females. His face is thin and narrow.
His smile warm and angelic. Boys remind her of her brothers, girls are conniving bitches. In his fitted black pants, shiny black boots, and deep purple shirt, Ian is more than a little imposing. Until he grins. The sternness disappears, replaced by an exuberance that makes me think of my brother Win. Red lips. The marks of an evil witch that is noted quite pointedly.
Even a respected professor is not immune to thecharge. Her hair is slicked off her face. Her scarlet-painted lips curl into an expression of geniality as she addresses those of us assembled here who are in her charge. Dressed in deep crimson, Professor Holt stands near the fireplace. Lips that match the color of her jumpsuit are curved into a smile.
Other girls are giggly, pampered, spoiled. Not even the President of the United Commonwealth, the most powerful woman in the country, is immune to being painted in a bad light. She is cold, unmaternal, inhuman in her iciness. Her face is long and angular. Not what most would call beautiful. But the almond-shaped brown eyes and strong jaw would draw attention anywhere.
Almost all the United Commonwealth presidents have been female. Less focused on politics or power.
I slide the cool material of my shirt over the five long, jagged scars on my arm and examine myself in the reflector. Blue, long-sleeved tunic. Gray pants. Silver bracelet with a single star. The star and the smudges of fatigue under my eyes mark me as an entry-level University student. My fellow classmates show similar signs of having studied late into the night for today.
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